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wolfgang - the mess lyrics

– hook –
you know ima keep doin it
and i’m never goin back on no sh-t
ima wolfgang
you can be a rat you can call all the pigs
do what u do best
ima wolfgang
i don’t give a d-mn
got a 380 slug concealed in the pen
ima wolfgang
blind fury n-gga better lay back and watch the sh-t
illin everywhere that’s why ima wolfgang

– verse 1 –
straight out my state of grind i raid
these fake marks with these lines afraid
the brain c-cked so you better packpedal or breeze
coz a mad comin fast soakin up decoctin the ground
double sc ultimate
now let’s be frank this sh-t no longer buckin the cheddar
but joinin p-ss be like moistenin my slacks, bob cheddar
to the grand slam i’m rick james to the white terra
kickin plots them pekkies know i’m better than the word better
livid locs slippin down their noses, nauseas it causes
and headaches even not in his dopest, n-gga
in an altered aureole gloat at how
i’m servin these volleys of syllables, michael llodra
i got the diploma, yall can’t tote the licence
apparently coz yours ain’t certified
man i’m just slappin the table coz i find it not appropriate
for the kiddies to imitate someone as sick as lymphoma

– verse 2 –
amadeus wolfgang that’s my notions best friend
if u still understairs i’m not gona expound
wastin rounds on bottles, i’m a turned off catapult
reproached for the future capers on the road
i chose the right path of fork, laws occur
as a caitiff pop, the depart, that’s why they occupy in me a lonely thought
handcuff my hands coz i don’t need em anymore
i’ll calcitrate you hoes and drive a cruiser in the wall only with the symphony code
juicers, wana reach the moderate me do the shoulder stand and reach for ur middle, hate me
gotta be haiti, when the bell resonatin
the new fangled berserk kingpin edmon rayful
with spittle pistols so face it, what
the most definite, if u diggin for a paragon that bury all yo
that’s mos def in me
grandiose throws, now who’s gona catch me that
you know how they go, the rhymes catchy as a mannequin

– verse 3 –
yo these hoes bringin knuckles to a nina ross fight
feel the frost inside, stompin when i’m uptight
the beat tar and feather, before mobin up the sissies
leavin on the cold skin beastly scars and seizures
i’m the heavyweight neat deal evan holyfield
the virtuosity of gettin people’s pupils peeled
spinnin off my rep, ain’t got to rob and steal
hearts smoked, who told ur heart to step up to my hard field
these bush flies wana fret i spray em like osama
they say my final snoozing place’s ocean, oh zaama
i don’t gotta remind ya of the valid facts
whip hands have made us bank on bad but wack spirits smell wack
never bargain for nirvana
and get ur aveolus fried with the chronic jones
anti hocus pocus, let the root of your helix focused
on the real sh-t, heavy harmonic motions, feel that
coz yall witnesin the locus of the coldest

- the mess lyrics

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